Resignation! I dumped the abstinent president and returned to the rich club

Bai Yuning entered the lobby and the security guard suddenly greeted her. Bai Yuning hesitated for a moment before responding with a faint smile.

She was rummaging through her bag, and before she could find the access card, she found that the access was already open. She looked back in confusion, only to see the security guard smiling and motioning for her to go in.

Bai Yuning: “???”

Why is this security guy suddenly so friendly and even opens the door for me?

Ah... could it be because of Ji Zihan’s car just now?

Well, it turns out that money talks. I haven't done anything yet and I'm already benefiting from Ji Zihan's help. If I forget to bring my card again this time, I guess the security guard will stop me again.

Opening the door of the apartment, Bai Yuning fell on the small bed and breathed a sigh of relief: Oh my God, it's only been two days, why do I feel so tired! It's more tiring than working overtime!

She took off the suit that Ji Zihan bought, changed into comfortable suspender shorts, and looked at the clothes for a moment:

This brand of clothes should only be dry-cleaned, right? Fortunately, I only wore it for a short while, but Ji Zihan won't deduct the money from my salary, right? I hope he won't be so stingy.

She put the clothes in a dust bag and pushed them deep into the closet. After all, there didn't seem to be many occasions where she needed to wear this kind of clothes.

Tomorrow is Monday, and she needs to enjoy the rare and relaxing free time on Sunday, so she begins to clean up her room happily.

Shi family residence.

Ji Zihan went out early in the morning and drove to the Shi family, arriving near noon.

The Shi family residence is located in a low-key wealthy area three hours away from the urban area of ​​Hai City. It is more remote than Ji Zihan’s villa, but the scenery is pleasant, as if it is hidden in the mountains and forests.

In the quaint landscape courtyard, Mr. Shi was wearing a black silk Tang suit with a dark gold dragon pattern and a pair of old blue cloth shoes. He was slowly winding Buddhist beads with his left hand behind his back, and leisurely watering the bright red peonies in the courtyard with a bamboo ladle with his right hand. His posture was leisurely and comfortable, just like an old man who had retired and was spending his twilight years at home.

In fact, he did not look as old as imagined. His hair was only slightly gray, and he was still tall, with a straight back, strong arms, and prominent veins. Except for some slightly wrinkled skin, his body shape was no less than that of a young man, which seemed to be the result of years of regular training.

"came back?"

Ji Zihan had just gotten out of the car and handed it to the family servant. Before he stepped into the yard, Mr. Shi's voice, as deep as a bell, came from inside.

Ji Zihan stepped into the yard and replied in a low voice: "Yeah."

Mr. Shi saw Ji Zihan coming in from the corner of his eye, raised his sharp eagle-like eyes slightly, and glanced at him: "You are such a taciturn person. I haven't seen you for such a long time, but you can't even call me dad."

Ji Zihan's handsome face twitched, and he could only yell in a muffled voice, "Dad."

"You only scream when I tell you to. Why are you squeezing toothpaste here? Look at you, you're so boring. No wonder you can't even bring a girlfriend back." Mr. Shi looked him up and down with disdain and shook his head.

Ji Zihan said nothing.

Mr. Shi put down the bamboo water ladle and said, "Look at your father. When I go out, so many women rush to surround me. You are not bad looking, but how come you can't even compare to your father's handsomeness?"

Ji Zihan followed behind him and said expressionlessly: "They are after your money."

Mr. Shi turned around and glared at him, and the two of them walked one after the other deeper into the house until they arrived at a building that was independent of the other rooms.

This is a single-family building constructed of blue bricks with a blue-gray sloping roof. The walls and roof are decorated with delicate three-dimensional painted reliefs. The architectural style is more like the ancestral halls in the Lingnan region, but it is not so formal, but it is obvious that it was built for a special purpose.

Mr. Shi called into the house, "Old Xu! Are you ready?"

Uncle Xu's voice came from inside the house: "Sir, it's done!"

Then he walked forward and opened the dark grey lacquered wooden door.

When the wooden door opened, one could see an exquisite dark sandalwood long table in the center of the quaint main hall, on which were neatly laid flowers and fruits for sacrifice.

What was even more eye-catching was the row of agarwood tablets in the center facing the three of them, which did not have any names engraved on them.

Mr. Shi walked over slowly, stood still for a moment, picked up the incense on one side of the long table, lit it, and then inserted it into the incense burner in the middle of the table.

There was no trace of sadness in his expression. Perhaps it was because it had been so long that he had gradually forgotten the feeling of sorrow.

Ji Zihan followed Mr. Shi and bowed respectfully three times upwards before inserting the incense sticks into the incense burner.

After the worship, Mr. Shi sat on a chair at one side and chatted with the long-dead person on the tablet about trivial things that happened in the past year, such as how many litters the rabbits he raised in the yard had given birth to...

Ji Zihan stood quietly aside and listened.

As he was talking, Mr. Shi suddenly changed the subject and talked about Ji Zihan's emotional problems.

His tone was like he was complaining to an old friend, and he said angrily: "You tell me, this kid is already in his twenties and doesn't even have a girlfriend."

"I worked so hard to raise this child. Now that he has grown up and started his own business, he doesn't even come back to see an old man like me, even though it's only a few hours' drive away..."

"Alas, I'm already this old, and it's so hard to see my son, and it's also so hard to hold a grandson. Who knows, by the time I go down to meet you, this kid might still be single."

"If I had a grandson to hug me, my old age wouldn't be so lonely. Alas~" Mr. Shi pretended to wipe away non-existent tears.

Ji Zihan on the side: "..."

Is it because I don't want to find a girlfriend? It's just this inexplicable psychological barrier.

After listening to Mr. Shi's nagging, the servants had already prepared lunch in the main hall.

Ji Zihan originally wanted to go back after lunch, but after hearing his father's nagging, he thought about how he was busy with his company's affairs and had neglected him a little, and he couldn't bear it, so he agreed to what Mr. Shi said and promised to go back after dinner.

In the afternoon, Mr. Shi dragged him to visit the farm that he managed himself in the back mountain of his house. Chickens, ducks, geese, ostriches and other animals were running around the farm, making it seem particularly lively.

Mr. Shi had no idea that his son had a phobia of pointed beaks, and he kept bringing the big rooster close to Ji Zihan's face. The domineering president's face turned pale and blue for a moment, which looked extremely good, while Mr. Shi was having a lot of fun like a naughty boy.

If word got out that Ji Zihan was scared half to death by a rooster on the farm, I wonder if he would be able to maintain his image as a cool and domineering CEO who has intimidated the business world in recent years.

Finally it was dinner time. Although Ji Zihan was frightened and his face turned pale, when he calmed down he realized that in the whole Hai City, only here could he let go of all his guard and worries and be as pure and simple as a teenager.

Maybe this is the meaning of home.

He didn't say it, but he actually felt a lot more relaxed and happy in his heart.

The hot summer in Hai City seems inconspicuous in this deep forest. As the sun sets, the sound of water can be heard in the courtyard, and it is cool and quiet, making it a great place to escape the summer heat.

The dinner was not luxurious. It was served on the stone table in the pavilion in the courtyard. It consisted of chicken, duck, fish and meat raised on the farm, as well as freshly picked vegetables. It was enough to show that although Mr. Shi was very wealthy, he was not a person who was extremely fond of luxury.

Although there were only him, Ji Zihan and Uncle Xu at the table, there were several sets of bowls and chopsticks. Mr. Shi's usually stern face was covered with an unstoppable smile as he poured some wine into each of the cups.

"I'm happy that my son is back today. Let's have a few more drinks!" He seemed to be talking to the cups, but also seemed to be talking to Ji Zihan and Uncle Xu.

Uncle Xu slowly raised his glass and said with a chuckle, "It's rare for Xiaohan to come back, so we have to drink a few more glasses."

Ji Zihan frowned: "Uncle Xu, I have a meeting tomorrow, so I have to drive back tonight."

Uncle Xu pretended to be angry and looked at him: "Tsk, kid, are you afraid that no one will take you home with Uncle Xu here? I've already called Shi Yi to come over, so you can rest assured and have a few more drinks with your dad!"

Ji Zihan had no choice but to raise the cup in his hand.

However, after just a few drinks, he felt something was wrong. He rubbed his forehead and asked Mr. Shi: "Dad, what kind of wine is this?"

Mr. Shi smiled slyly, shook the bottle, and said in a smug tone: "I brewed it myself, how about it, son! Is it strong enough?"

Ji Zihan, who had never felt so drunk before, said: "..."

Sure enough, he said that this wine looked neither like white wine nor like foreign liquor, so why did you bottle your own wine in someone else's white wine bottle?

He really admired his old father.

When Shi Yi arrived, Ji Zihan had already fainted on the stone table and was unconscious.

Mr. Shi looked at his disappointing son and smacked his lips, "Shi Yi, hurry up, get this brat back, or he won't be able to go to the company tomorrow."

Shi Yi hurried over and helped Ji Zihan to the car. He originally wanted to report the matter of his boss and Assistant Bai to Mr. Shi, but put it aside for the time being.

After he helped Ji Zihan into the car and drove some distance away, he remembered this matter.

Then he thought: Forget it, let's wait until the boss and Assistant Bai are more stable before talking to the old gentleman. Eh? The boss is drunk, isn't it the easiest to get emotional when drunk? So why don't I...

Two hours later.

Bai Yuning, who received a call from Shi Yi, stood downstairs of the apartment building in stunned silence.

What the hell! Why did Ji Zihan come to me when he was drunk! Wait, how could Ji Zihan, who is known for being able to drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, get drunk!

Shi Yi supported Ji Zihan and then pushed him to Bai Yuning. Bai Yuning staggered due to the sudden weight.

Shi Yi immediately turned around and got into the car, saying righteously, "Assistant Bai, the boss is drunk! He insisted on looking for you! Oh, I told him that Assistant Bai was asleep at night, but he didn't believe me and insisted on looking for you."

"Then I can only send him over here." After saying that, he looked at Bai Yuning innocently.

Bai Yuning: "..."

"Thank you for taking care of the boss tonight. I'll pick you up with clothes tomorrow morning~"

Without waiting for Bai Yuning's reply, Shi Yi stepped on the accelerator and drove away, leaving Bai Yuning alone in the wind.

Bai Yuning: I just said I would take a break, how come Ji Zihan, this hot potato, is back in my hands?

She looked at Ji Zihan helplessly. He was lying on her shoulder unconsciously, his black eyelashes drooping, his face slightly red due to drunkenness. Fortunately, Bai Yuning was strong and was not overwhelmed by his 1.80-meter tall stature.

Bai Yuning had no choice but to put his arm on her shoulders and walked towards the apartment hallway with heavy steps.

The security guard recognized her and came over to help enthusiastically. Bai Yuning thought that it would be difficult for her to carry Ji Zihan up with her small body, so she agreed.

The security guard helped Ji Zihan into the elevator hall and asked Bai Yuning with a silly smile: "Is your husband drunk?"

Bai Yuning pressed the floor button and was stunned for a while: "Ah? Ah, yes, haha, this is how he goes out for social events."

Ji Zihan vaguely heard their conversation from the depths of his consciousness: What husband? What is this woman's voice? It sounds familiar.